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A phone book lies open on the table, covering a stack of utility bills. Right next to it, in plain sight, sits a small bottle of amphetamine, conveniently equipped with a straw.

Score! It's right there, baby. Today's your lucky day.

You could slip the bottle right into your pocket -- the lieutenant wouldn't even notice...

"Lieutenant, I've located psychoactive substances on this table."

"Good, confiscate it."

The minuscule amount of amphetamine doesn't interest the lieutenant in the slightest. He listens instead to something in the other room.

Take the speed from the table.

You pocket the bottle as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Don't wait, celebrate! Blast that shit right here! Take inventory of it once this boring table shit is done!

[Leave.]

Blast it before you face the beast, de Ruyter. You're going to need the encouragement.